Canadian Forestry Journal^ August, igi6 



683 



• Future for Pulp Mills. 



This timber is especially suitable 

 for the manufacture of pulp and un- 

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doubtedly in the near future this 

 will become an important industry 

 in the Queen Charlottes in combina- 

 tion with the lumber and shingle 

 mills. The lack of adequate trans- 

 portation facilities is the chief de- 

 terrent of the development of the 

 islands at present. 



Coal has been prospected and de- 

 veloped to a certain extent on Gra- 

 ham Island for many years, and the 

 prospecting for oil on the west coast 

 of the island is being energetically 

 pursued with encouraging indica- 

 tions of success. 



Of the other minerals the chief 

 development has been at the Ikeda 

 mine, near the southern end of 

 Woresby Island, which has been 

 turning out valuable copper ore for 

 several years. There are a number 

 of other good prospects in this vicin- 

 ity. Though rich float containing 

 g-old has been found on Graham Is- 

 land, the source has not yet been 

 discovered. 



The waters around Queen Char- 

 lotte Islands provide perhaps the 

 best halibut fishing on the coast, 

 and salmon, cod and other valuable 

 fish are abundant. 



This is a part of British Columbia 

 the resources of which have as yet 

 not been realized, but which will be- 

 come a source of great wealth when 

 they are developed. Situated with- 

 in eighty miles of Prince Rupert, 

 and directly on the route which will 

 be followed by the shipping which 

 is bound to develop between that 

 port and the Orient, the transporta- 

 tion question will soon be solved, 

 and then this outpost of the prov- 

 ince will become an important in- 

 dustrial region. 



The Fake Settler 



(By James Lawler.) 

 A tale there is, and it must be told, 



Though it shame our native land, 

 Of mjury done to Canada's weal 



By the fakir settler band. 



The settler true is a man to praise, 

 We shout to his tribe, "All hail!" 



But the pseudo-settler's fitting place 

 Is a cell in a county jail. 



The settler true goes into the bush 



And hews himself a farm, 

 And cities and seaports and indus- 

 tries grow 

 'Neath the guard of his strong 

 right arm. 



But the fakir settler goes to the 

 woods. 



The spruce and pine to steal; 

 He cares nought for the lumberman, 



Nought for the public weal. 



His aim is only to get the logs — 

 He pays no tax nor due — 



And when he has skinned the timber 

 oflf 

 He hikes to pastures new. 



Parliament members he worries with 

 lies. 



He knows not a plow from a spade. 

 He never yet grew a bushel of wheat. 



Perjury's part of his trade. 



The fakir-settler's vilest trick 

 Is one he plays with a torch; 



If the nearest lumberman will not 

 "cut" 

 He gives the timber a scorch. 



To scorch the trees that they must 



be cut 



Is the fakir-settler's aim. 

 But often it ends in a holocaust. 



With the township wrapped in 

 flame. 



Then its "Hip-hurrah" for the settler 

 true, 

 ^^'hose name is with honor linked, 

 But its prod and slam the settler 

 sham 

 Till his tribe is clear extinct. 



